I Laugh At The Face Of Danger Novels & Stories

A smile curved my lips—the kind that never reached my eyes, the kind that had been the last thing countless targets saw before the light left their eyes. “Dangerous?” I let out a low, dark laugh. “Oh, Alarion. By the time I’m done, Edgar Voss is going to wish danger was all he had to worry about. Because compared to what I’m about to do to him?” I leaned in close, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “Compared to me, he’s a fucking amateur.”

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

“Daniel is my friend, which is a word you clearly do not understand.” He leans against his car like we are having a normal conversation and not standing beside the road after he turned me into campus entertainment. “Friend sounds very safe.” “It is safe,” I say, and my voice comes out sharper than I plan. “Some people are actually capable of being around me without causing public damage.” His eyes move over my face, slow enough to annoy me and quick enough to deny it if I accuse him. “Safe must be boring.” My stomach tightens, and I hate that the line lands anywhere near my skin. “Dangerous must be exhausting.”

Hope Sigh. " It's not fun Si jie,for you maybe it's great but it's not so great to be this...this way, it's dangerous" " Life is not a fun place to be in" Hope laugh "Okay fine it's fun, interesting and all but it's dangerous too, you've got to be ready to face the worst of it all"The two friends lean on the bench not noticing the two pair of grey eyes staring at them,the college student walk towards them. "Hi ladies" Hope and Si jie snap their head up,Si jie backed away,sweating and shaking instantly,the student smile "I'm so sorry if I scared you"

His brown eyes are wide open and his mouth is open as he stares at me terrified. I almost burst out laughing at his face, but instead, I murderously glare at him, "You invited me to lunch and now you don't get to play the 'I don't know card' with me or the next stop I'll make, will send you flying through the windshield." Parts of what I just said is a joke, but he will never know that.

He disappeared under the swell, and when he surfaced—soaked, spluttering, and wild-eyed— I gasped—then burst into laughter, doubling over as joy bubbled out of me unchecked. “Oh my God—” I wheezed, “—your face—” His eyes—dark and dangerous—locked on mine. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” I tried—and failed—to smother my giggles. “Hilarious, actually.” Reid’s voice dropped, rough with warning. “You shouldn’t have laughed.” “Oh yeah?” I taunted, backing up slowly through the surf. “What are you gonna—”

“And you are?” He turned, leaning against the marble island. His eyes flicked over me again neck, collarbone, down to the edge of my shorts. This time, I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “Ryan’s safe,” I added. “You’re not. That’s the difference.” He laughed once short, humorless. “Safe gets you average. Safe gets you stuck.” “And dangerous gets me what?” I asked, crossing my arms. “Dinner and eviction insurance?” He stepped closer.

"Are you trying to make me feel better, or should I try and tie you up, lock you somewhere until there is no more danger?" I stare at him blankly and burst out laughing. I wince at the shot wound but kept on laughing. "Oh my god," I have and wipe a tear from my eyes. Seth wasn't getting into the laughter. I tone down and look at him firmly. "Okay, now you understand. I've done a lot of dangerous things. So, you don't always have to worry about me."

Some laughed softly for no reason at all. And some… some just stared at me. Like I was entertainment. Like I was fresh meat. The man laughed as he noticed my fear. "Quiet now, are you?" "Try not to look em in the eyes."

“That’s a dangerous compliment, coming from someone who looks like they could start a riot with their eyeliner.” There was a warmth in the corner of my chest that felt like contraband. Humor is dangerous because it makes you like people. Liking is a slippery slope in my profession. “You been following me?” I asked, eventually. Direct questions cut through the fog. He shrugged like it wasn’t a confession. “Maybe. Maybe I was following the music. Maybe I was following the idiot who thought a diner was an acceptable place to sit in a storm and not get chatted up by strangers.”